I love Pyrmont

From Beecroft to Turramurra to Pyrmont — my journey of discovering Sydney has been a slow unveiling of what makes a place feel like home. And here in Pyrmont, I finally feel like I’ve found mine.

I’m reminded of Revolutionary Road, where Kate Winslet’s character April feels stifled by the monotony of suburban life — the sameness, the dead energy, the quiet despair that comes with the pursuit of a perfect but hollow existence. I felt that in Turramurra too. The big, palatial homes — beautiful on the outside, yet often lifeless. Walking past them, I’d wonder: why do these places feel so devoid of spirit? It’s as if the weight of the mansion, the mortgage, the pool, and the expectations have flattened everyone into identical versions of each other.

Pyrmont, in contrast, pulses with energy. The people, the streets, the sound of engines, the smell of the ocean, the walls of lived-in apartments — all of it makes me feel alive. The city exposes you to contrast and complexity: the homeless and the fashionable, the messy and the curated, the mavericks and the everyday dreamers. The variety of life is what makes it interesting. Maybe it’s just me, but even the people on city sidewalks feel lighter — as if they’re living to feel life, not to collect it.

Today, this contrast between the city and the suburbs feels especially clear. And for now, I choose the city.